19 May 2019

Ohhhhhhh...

Whirlow Farm - The Barn
Ohhhhhhh...No I wasn't recording sounds from the bridal suite. Ohhhhhhh... is the sound of me moaning about my hangover. I haven't had one of those in a long time. I have woken up far too early which doesn't help matters. That's why I rarely drink whisky. It seems to disturb my sleep.

Ohhhhhhh... It was a great day. The humanist ceremony was held in the garden of the old farmhouse, Fortunately, the threat of rain subsided even as a massive grey cloud trundled over the suburbs. In the middle of the ceremony, there was time for reflection as we all listened to "Una Mattina" by Ludovico Einaudi. Hedge sparrows chirped in the bushes, doves cooed above the barn and a crow cawed as he flapped effortlessly across the sky. It was as if they were part of the music.

Soon champagne was being dispensed. No sooner was one's glass empty than waiting staff were filling it up again. And there were endless canapes too. Ohhhhhhh...

In the great barn where two hundred lambs are born each spring, 150 guests settled down to an Asian thali meal. And there was wine too. And there were speeches. Lamb was not on the menu.

As the maid of honour, our Frances delivered a lovely speech about Charlotte and their friendship. She had thought it through so cleverly and it was conveyed with grace and unhurried confidence. 

I gave the happy couple a wedding album having had Wednesday's photos printed off at Boots pharmacy before slipping them into the transparent pages. Charlotte and James were delighted with it and I gave them a memory stick containing the photos too. But yesterday, I deliberately left my camera at home.

Later there was dancing and "Black Sheep" and "Moonshine" beer. Feeling like a spring lamb myself, I danced like a dervish as the pretty young things cleared the floor in awe of my rhythmic athleticism and musical interpretation skills. Ohhhhhhh...

We came home twelve hours after we had arrived - in something called an "Uber". It is a kind of taxi service which usually discriminates against people like me - people who do not possess mobile phones. In fact, in several ways we are becoming a persecuted minority.

At home, Frances said that one of her friends had seen me weeping at the wedding service and I admitted that water had indeed leaked from my eyes. I explained this by pointing out that Yorkshiremen are not afraid to reveal their emotions. We might be hard as nails, up for a fight, normally stoical, made of Yorkshire grit but we are also sensitive souls. What's wrong with the tears of a sixty five year old man - running down his cheeks as a girl he has known for twenty seven years ties the knot? Guilty as charged.

Ohhhhhhh...

28 comments:

  1. Aww.. you big softie. Hope you get over the hangover soon.

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    1. I remember worse hangovers. After two big mugs of tea I already feel a helluva lot better.

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  2. I'm not affected at all by whisky, until I try to stand up when I just fall over.

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  3. Ohhhhh! I'm not alone in this world. I, too, do not have a mobile phone! I have no need or desire for one!

    Uber is here in the Land of Oz, too...but, I've never used them.

    I love whisky...not that I've had any for quite a long while. I thought of having a couple last night, but didn't in the end. I've a bottle of Dimple Haig...bottle unopened, in the unopened box in which I purchased it....in December, 2016. It will be nicely aged by the time I get around to opening it if I keep up this pace!!!

    It's many a year now, too, since I've suffered a hang-over. I'm not in a hurry to have one, either! I've had my share in the past! Feeling big-hearted, I'll let others enjoy the pleasure now! lol

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    1. That is typically kind of you Lee - allowing others to go before you in the queue for hangovers. Does your charity know no bounds?

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  4. Sadly I do have a mobile phone. May I still join the fraternity anyway because I did buy it in 2003 and only switch it on about once a week to check for texts (it can be quicker to send me a letter) and it can't run "apps" - see my post Siemens A55 for proof?

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    1. You may only join the No Mobiles Movement if you promise to cast your phone onto the bonfire of vanities at the next secret meeting of our cult.

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  5. I'm not sure what it is you think will destroy your life if you get a phone, Mr. P. Are you afraid that if you get one, you might come to love it and then all of that pride will have been for naught? What if you'd never gotten a computer?
    Seriously, though, it's your call and no one else's. And what a wedding that must have been! Is there a youtube video of you dancing? Because I'd love to see that.
    Proud of you for being able to cry. All the best men can. And do.

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    1. The Chinese Government and the C.I.A. are tracking the movements of everybody who has a mobile phone but they'll never get me. I am off their radar like a U.F.O..

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    2. Don't you believet it, YP. You swalloed a miniscule GPS transmitter in a Yorkshire pudding some years ago. Your wife might'n know where you are but the CIA and Chinese MSS certainly will. "But why?" I don't suppose even they know.

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  6. The last time I had a hangover was at a wedding. Too many Pimms and too much champagne.

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  7. It sounds like a good time--weddings are supposed to be a tiny bit bawdy and a time to let loose! :)

    I hope your hangover is about over by now.

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    1. I made a big Sunday dinner but I am still not 100%. I guess it serves me right.

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  8. Good for you YP. I prefer people with human emotions - even Yorkshiremen.

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  9. What a wonderful celebration and your gift for the happy couple was perfect! Now you can rest up, recover and prepare for the next very special wedding.

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    1. That one will be here sooner than we expect!

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  10. Sounds like a wonderful ceremony and celebration. Barn receptions are a 'thing' here too. It's a good way to provide a large venue that isn't as formal.

    We always knew you had a heart, by the way. Otherwise we wouldn't keep coming back. You hide it pretty well a lot of the time, but we're no dummies :)

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    1. Actually I think Mumbai Escorts are dummies Jenny!

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  11. I'm not sure how many more of these shin digs an elderly man like you could tolerate!!! Anyway it's good to get out and have a good time once in a while.

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    1. Do not fret Brother Red, the hospital was only ten minutes away!

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  12. Sounds like it was a good day. I don't think alot but my other half makes his own whiskey, he reckons it has very little side effects.

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    1. You don't think a lot Amy? I believe you meant "I don't drink a lot"!

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  13. Proof that even a 'modern' barn can become a great venue. Fret not about thy tears, it's the ones who blub not you have to worry about!

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    1. I guess you are an emotional kind of guy too Monsieur Cro. Thanks for calling by.

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  14. Sounds like fun! Maybe a little TOO much fun. :)

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